Sitting at the doorstep of the destiny,
The rhyming soul sheds the tears of blood
There is no sound coming from the tune of humanity
And shine the very existence of a lady on my plot
The hands, faces and feet are washed away with a language
The lines throughout my being are only home to an adage
"Create a fate including the nature of my POETIWIFE"
The inks of my pen are going to and fro in my life
Your one statement whispers the entrance to paradise
As I am littering the ashes of cigarette packed with eyes,
Among them sun-rise the layers of my dream-like star
Alongside the kerbs of my heart walks merely splendid scar,
Which doesn't give any pain but reveals how we are
Let all the drops of rain fall on my head,
I am in pursuit of you whether alive or dead
If there is a day under the name of tomorrow,
Let it smell of your breath on the very morrow;
Otherwise, I will get submersed in the pool of sorrow
I have a palace in my heart
The resident of which is my Chimera-lady
The walls of which are heaven-tint
You are my sole seven-heaven
I feed on so-all-ul
I Bet you will be Ok with my Pen forever!
Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET
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